Post Industrial Dark

Poetry "&" images from "Post Industrial Dark Folk"
An album by the Visitors.

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Here In Eden

A day like any other day Like all the days before today In Eden Morning shifts to evening And night time back to day A pool like any other pool Like all the pools that kept skin cool In Eden One pool now for drowning A pool for the escape	A song like any other song Like all the songs that once were sung In Eden A song that's now forgotten And never sung again A knife like any other knife Like all the knives that mark out life In Eden One knife for the heathen A knife that now is stained
	A girl like any other girl Like all the girls that graced the world In Eden A girl never forgiven A girl who struck away A man like any other man Just a man who had a plan In Eden Just a plan for freedom And a girl to take the blame
Here in Eden Eating fruits forbidden Sowing seeds of treason With eyes a-sparklin'	A car like any other car That drives today on roads that pass In Eden Roads that lead to heaven And roads that lead away

I lie awake lie awake lie awake

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Deep is the Water

Like as not I'll be home tonight Like as not I'll be home Like the circling crow alights Like the circling crow o	Like as not there'll be tears tonight Like as not there'll be tears Tears spilt for those years tonight Tears spilt for those years o
Like as not I'll be cold a while Like as not I'll be cold Like the shivering polar ice Like the shattering pole o	Like as not there'll be sleep tonight Like as not there'll be sleep Stealing thoughts from the deep tonight Stealing the thoughts from the deep o
Like as not I'll be wild tonight Like as not I'll be wild Blood shot through my eyes awide Blood shot through my eyes o	& I live in the sleaze, suffer the Tease take the unease all in my stride Like I was strong, like I was young Like I could swim, up through the tide o
Like as not there'll be fear tonight Like as not, there'll be fear Whispering doubt in my ears tonight Whispering doubt in my ears o	& I'm feeling the freeze like it was Mine Like it was mine, mine mine mine Mine feeling the freeze like it was Mine, Like it was mine o

& deep is the water here
& deep is the water here
& deep is the water here
& deep is the water here

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Keeling Over

And I know
That's how we'll go
Down the road
All on fire

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Lonely

Lonely Outside on your own Outside and only 5 miles from home Cold Chatterimg cold Deep ice in your bones 5 miles from home	Lonely Outside on your own Outside and only 5 miles from home Cold Chatterimg cold Deep ice in your bones 5 miles from home	I'll not be lonely all of my days I'll not be waiting all of my days Lone, lonely, lone, lonely days I'll not be lonely all of my days.
If only You weren't on your own Outside and alone 5 miles from home Come home Come back to your home Come in from the cold 5 miles from home	You could take one of two roads One on your own Or one to your home You could walk in from the dark Into my heart Back to the start where we began and You could take a hold of my Lonely bones a hold of my Lonely soul and hold it Close
You could take one of two roads One on your own Or one to your home You could walk in from the dark Into my heart Back to the start where we began and You could take a hold of my Lonely bones a hold of my Lonely soul and hold it Close

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The Sands Of Morocco

Drawn by the truthless books of design Drawn by the pulse of my heart Drawn by the curious science of lifetime Drawn from the one shining star Drawn from the one shining star Across the line Across the wire Across the mines Across the mire Across the brine that I've sailed on since time I've forgotten All in the wind that rips through this scaffold All in the salt on my skin All in the eyes that look to the distance All in the cities I've been All in the cities I've been & with the brave & with the broken & with the enslaved & with the craven & with the saved that I've walked with since time I've forgotten

Lost in the glass and steel of construction Lost in the crime of my youth Lost in the ache and sweat of contrition Lost in electrical truth Lost in electrical truth Deep in the spleen Deep in the trial Deep in the scream Deep in the bile Deep in the dream that I've followed since time I've forgotten Just like the sands in the storm of Morocco Just like my hands on the grail Just like the name that I give to my calling Just like the wind in my sail Just like the wind in my sail For now I yearn For now I hunger For now I burn For now I trust her For now I turn to the one shining star I'd forgotten

Far from the dusty books of ambition Far from the fountain tipped knife Far from the maps and charts of my mission Far from the love of my life Far from the love of my life

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Mountain Minor

If you should see her with that wild look on her face Tell her I'm coming I just got caught on the way Tell her I miss her and tell it to her straight That I'm coming in on the sunshine Raining down in the spring time Blowing in from the west side To Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay
And if she should ask you, where I've been all these years Tell her I've been mining for gold at the frontier Tell her I've been panning in river filled with tears And the work and the ache of a decade And the sweat and the blood of a slave trade And the roar and the loss of a life made In fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear	And if she should tell you, the secrets of her blues And open up her heart, and tell to you the truth Tell her I've been waiting, but now I'm coming through Across mountain pass and great plain Thundering round on the next train To steal in my arms once again From You, you, you, you, you, you, you
	This mountain minor is digging in the earth This mountain minor is digging in the dirt This mountain minor is digging back to her Shovelling mud on the way back Shifting stones on the way back Clawing through rock on the way back To Her, her, her, her, her, her, her

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Dead Reckoning

Having the time, the time of my life The weight in my gut and the lump in my throat The depth in my soul and the strength in my bones The breadth in my past and the ache of alone o

The breadth in my past and the ache of alone The breadth in my past and the ache of alone The breadth in my past and the ache of alone

Having the time, the time of my life That's when I pulled you deep down in the city Where I could be you and you could be me And I could be cold and you could be free Having the time, the time of my life Light on the river fractures the darkness And for a brief time, I'm sure I can see But as the light fades I feel only me And though I may follow The shadows on the road There's only cold dead reckoning That's the only way I know

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Falling Away

I could be gone With the morning sun Into the hills, Out on the run o	All of the hours Slipping through All of the years Passing to you o	All of this book Studied and learned All of the corners Crumpled and turned o	All of these miles Shivering past All of this space Could never last then o
Falling away Falling away Falling away Falling away o	All of the time All of the day All of the fear Building away o	Open to view Jacket stripped Pages read through Beat up and ripped o	Jettisoned through Exhaust fumes Tumbling down Back towards you o
	Falling away Falling away Falling away Falling away o	Naked for you Burnt out and blue Cast on the way Lost and astray o	The fault rifts The stone shifts The cliffs cleave The ice slips o
		Falling away Falling away Falling away Falling away o	All of the mist Burns up and lifts All of the fears Dissolving away o
			Other than this Falling away

I'll take lift on this day Lift from this grey Lift from this fucking fray Up, Up, Up and away All of this weight Falling away

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Just Another Day In Oxygen

I brush away the dust from all the alcohol And stretch the skin that hangs about my frame But the crow that scratched those lines behind my eyes Reminds me of the time that's slipped away And I wash away the stain Polish up the blade Put the knife away And I Forget about the rain Forget about the shame Forget about the claim I had to all that pain And all the roads that mark the path through the concrete, steel and glass that curves over me And all the cables over- head Crackle with a sense of urgen- cy Now shut your eyes and put your ears to the ground Can you hear the engines on the way It's just another day in oxygen Just another yard along the chain

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Post Industrial Dark Folk

	And though with every word I choose And though with every edge I use And though I try And though I try And even now I hold your face And even now I read your eyes And though I try And though I try All the sins have been forgiven now And all the secrets have been bled o
And still I drive through Industry And still I don't read the signs And still I try And still I try And though I use technology I still have room for sympathy And still I try And still I try And all the sparkling has dusted now And all the metal turned to rust o	o And all the tangled rope that lies Coiled along the central aisle Winds and wraps between my legs And trips me down the chancel steps Loops and turns around my waist Ties my body up as one Blinds my eyes and binds my ears Till I have nothing left to fear o o
And though I reach out my arms And hold your broken hands in mine And though I try And though I try And though I take these simple words Stitch them up and make them mine And though I try And though I try All the mothers have done their cooing now And all the babies are in bed	And though the road is overgrown I still see the way ahead And I still drive And I still drive And all the streets are quiet now Except the hum of power lines And I still drive And I still drive And all the industry lies silent now And all the gear teeth disengage

And I can feel that spike in my mind
Like when I was back on the moonshine
And I can see my face in my wine
I watch my feet walk the line

The Air From The Lung

There is a place where the sun never tries to shine There is a place where the moon never dares to ride There on the edge of a never ending division line There where the calls of one hundred thousand memories hide And the air from the lung Is twisted by the mind And the air from the lung Is cut in between the teeth And the air from the lung Is pushed into the outside And the air from the lung Is carried out of reach Far from the edge of the shore Far from the edge of the shore

Give me two coins to put into my empty eyes Give me some dust you've taken from my bed Give me two stones to press into each palm of mine Give me some book to catch all that has been bled

And I sit and wait, my head lies upon the floor And I sit and wait, my hands bury in the wall And I sit and wait, my eyes scrape across the door And I sit and wait, my ears screaming for the call

Yes I can be wrong, It's been known to happen some times Yes I can be wrong, I can't be right all the time Yes I can be wrong, Or maybe you didn't catch the line Yes I can be wrong, What did you expect to find The air from the lung Whistles through the trees The air from the lung Tries to find some on to please The air from the lung Whistles through the trees The air from the lung Tries to find some on to please Far from the edge of the shore Far from the edge of the shore Far from the edge of the shore Far from the edge of the shore

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Those Electric Days

And there's that cool wind After the Indian summer has been And it's a long way Back to those old electric days And it's a life time Since I had a bottle to get drunk in

And I was born, I was born In an army barrack on the military ward And when that man delivered me forth It wasn't just my mother's blood on the floor And I can still hear my cries As I started to breath and opened my eyes And I see it all in my mind Taking me back, taking me back	But I was misled, I was misled Deceived by my curious Meccano set And science let me down It promised the earth and gave nothing less But I can still see the stars Temptingly close, above my head And I let go of science at last Taking me back, taking me back
And now I know, now I know The number one song when I started this show Was "I was Born Under A Wandering Star" But no kings or shepherds or lights from afar But if they''d not rushed me along "Wandering Star" wasn't there for long And I wouldn't be writing this song Taking me back, taking me back	And nobody sings, nobody sings Like that stupid man in that stupid band And when I'm cold and on my own I can still hear those cymbals ring Shorting the nerves in my spine So the bruises I have are no longer mine And I see visions in my mind Taking me back, taking me back
And I was raised, I was raised On a mix of ozone and country haze And with three Robs on the run We'd slip out over the back field farms And I can still smell the grass Cut in the meadow to dry in the sun And I see those boys in my mind Taking me back, taking me back	And nothing sounds, nothing sounds Like Wedmore pedals at the Old Three Crowns And when I need to break up the town I wander out and hitchhike down Now the ride has closed and long gone Just clock watchers staring, there's nothing on And angel you've changed your song Taking me back, taking me back
One winter time, winter time We walked across the mill pond ice And though we reached the other side I'd never been that scared in my life And I can still feel the drag Beneath the ice, flowing past Clawing the frosty glass Puling him down, relentlessly down	And when I drive, when I drive Up to the hills on a quiet night And gaze out over the sea To Industrial lights in a Western sky And I can still feel my heart Clocking my seconds from the start And I follow them through my mind Taking me back,taking me back
And l was schooled, I was schooled Up in town with those red brick boys And when I first walked the boards It felt like nothing I'd felt before And I can still see the light Burning a calling deep inside I see that lust in his eyes Taking me back, taking me back	And I spend my time, spend my time Writing tunes and writing rhymes And strumming this old guitar Counting the days I've had this far And I still feel the first and the last Slipping away as the world spins past And the friction burns in my mind Taking me back, taking me back

And there's that cool wind After the Indian summer has been And it's a long way Back to those old electric days And it's a life time Since I had a bottle to get drunk in

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